A thoroughly Edmontonian book, Punk follows two days in the life of a young punk who likes to go by the name of Clark Kent. Like a series of dream sequences, Kent finds himself floating between a myriad impossible situations, each like a strange vignette of life as a young punk in the city. In each new scene of these eventful few hours, Kent finds new companions and travellers with whom he shares mind altering chemicals and long discussions on life, philosophy, and God. It's a psychedelic dreamscape of death, drugs, violence, cons, grief, love, poetry, and conspicuous Albertan landmarks.
Readers from Edmonton, like me, and especially those whose life has ever touched that of the music or radical scenes, will probably enjoy this familiar yet fantastical romp through this compressed punk experience.
Unfortunately, outside of those who know Edmonton well, other readers will likely struggle to know where the character is at any time, or when it is significant to know so. There isn't really a sense of place established outside of just naming streets and landmarks with which the reader will either be familiar or not.
As a story, there is a lack of tension, as much of the events seem to happen to Clark Kent, rather than be moved by him. A thousand coincidences plague the pages. However, for a book that is considering the hand of God touching all things, these coincidences may be by design. Concentrating on the plot, therefore, makes the book feel thin. Letting the narrator lift you from one drug induced experience to another, and forgetting the possible reality of it, makes for a better read.
Some of the dialogue in the book could use some work, particularly some of the theological musings, which would benefit from some more rigorous foundations and reasons. The Christian characters that appear (very briefly) are blandly stereotypical, and not easy to believe. My own experience and background in theology probably makes these flaws more obvious than they would be to other readers.
The biggest flaw I found with the book was he arc of the main character. His motivation is unclear, and changes through the book. Plot threads are introduced in one chapter, and then closed with several chapters left, just to have another completely different motivation introduced. The secondary character, Silk Spectre, is similarly unjustified in her motivations, becoming a somewhat shallow figure, object of desire for the main character, whose own desires seem to simply follow the needs of the lead and the plot. Finally, the character we meet at the beginning is one I would much rather know than the one at the end. Kent states and displays firm convictions and values at the beginning of the book that are wildly different from his actions at the end. I struggled to see how the events of his day would lead him to such a change. And the main motivations and payoff in the final chapters felt very sadly cliche, and compromising in the life of a character so rich with conviction at the start.
Okay. I have to say it. His motivation is money. I didn't buy it.
But I forgive it. I like the book. Forget the plot. I liked the stories.
I enjoyed reading this book as a series of strange and familiar incidents all happening in my favourite city on earth. I easily forgive its flaws, as a reader that is probably just about the exact demographic for whom this story is shared - a man living in Edmonton in his thirties who once ran with punks, and still does on occasion, whose life has settled considerably in the last few years, and loves to consider big questions of philosophy, theology, and culture. I recommend the book to anyone somewhat orbiting this description.
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Paperback, perfect bound
Self published, Edmonton, 2017
Cover art (painted skull with mohawk) by Alma Visscher
February 4-10, 2018
Three Stars
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